Chapter 12: Isolated City - Outback

"It's useless to scream, because I love to help people around here."

I was thrown to the ground with a boy. A dull pain runs on the back that was struck hard.
I was squatting in the open square crowded with simple wooden buildings.

The ground is bared soil. In the moment, number of men have increased and more than ten people are surrounding us.

"Well, if you look closely she is quite a beauty.”
"Peach blonde hair is rare. It will be a considerable amount of money if it sells to a slave merchant ship? "
Stupid, she is a precious woman, she must have fun with us first."

... I wonder what will happen.
I know. No, I did not understand.
Until this really happened, I was thinking lightly somewhere in my heart.　

Now I know. Surrounded by dirty dressed men, “Was I scared? I cannot get close to such place anymore” I do not think I can get back with just reminding myself.
When roughly thrown to the ground, I first realized that these people are really dangerous people.

From now on, I will be together with these kind of people, my heart and body will be torn apart.
I will never get home again. Because it will be serious if you understand that you have violently civilians.
If I never leave from this place ... or if I cannot be found in a place that nobody finds out, I just need to be missing.
These people absolutely will not release me.
I was afraid, saddened, tears began to overflow.

"Oioi, do not cry yet. From that point onwards, it will be broken soon.“

A man who looks like a leader is approaching me and stopped just in front of my face. I kept my eyes down as I will never raise my face.
Continuing resistance, the man's hand struck my cheek.

"Does it hurt!" 

"Are you listening? If you do not want to die, listen carefully to what we say"

Before the little boy, my reason who desperately endured fear has collapsed by the word "death".

"I don’t like it, I don’t really like it! I will not do it anymore, so please forgive me!" 

Resisting desperately by distracting my hair.
But men just aroused looking at me like that.
I do not even know the reason. Why? Why did this happen?
I was just trying to save a little boy. I tried to do something nice. Nevertheless, why do I have to attend such an eye?

"Yeah yeah, I'm scared." 

"Haha, you will get hurt only at beginning... It will be fun soon, after that we will use you as our cute toy until death. Most likely, it will be impossible for you to think of anything anymore at that time."

The dirty rugged hand still touch my hurt cheek.

"Do not touch it"
"Hey, let me say it over and over" -

The hand holds the fist and it swings up vigorously.

"No! Do not hit me!"

I protected my face promptly.
Rolling on the ground, desperately escaping from the man, I lie on my back.
The body trembles. scared. It is regrettable. Tears are overflowing.

"Hahahaha!"

A violent strange laughter pierces into my ear. He is having fun watching me. He’s the worst [Saitei]. 

Stop it already. Someone please help me. Please. Natta. Dad. Jill-san. Teacher. Bella's one-chan.
Anyone please help me.

I got a soft touch on my waist. It is a small hand grasping the skirt. It is not men's rugged hands. Small children's hands. A hand of a boy who is thrown out with me and trapped in a circle of people.

This child also trembles. He trembles with fear the same or more than me.
You are scared. You are much smaller than me, you living forever in such a place, he knows these fears far more than I do.

But do not cry. you're good. Onee-chan, I'm really sorry.
Touching a faint warmth, I shook off tears.
A small hand cannot be a hero, but certainly it gave me the power.
I have to defend.
I am older than this boy, so I must not cry, I must protect you!
Raise my face. I strongly glared at the big guy who seemed to be the leader of the men with my eyes.

"Oh?"

The man looks down at me like looking at something funny.
Even modest resistance is only a play for them.
I understand such a thing, but I do not want to keep silent like this.

"Please, please leave us now. Otherwise, I will beat everyone."

The man grinned for a moment and then laughed loudly. People around him are also lured.
For us in the centre, a dirty chorus is equal to violence itself.

"Because it's not a lie. Even though I look like this, I am a luminary artist. If I was seriously bullied, terrible eyes it will fit you.”

"Is ojou-chan a luminous artist?"
"That's a lot of fun. You think we do not know anything,"

I jump around the surrounding people. Even in the sense of stirring up, I dared to make him my opponent.

"I am a student at the South Philia Gakuen, I am learning the theory of luminosity and I am also receiving baptism from the brilliant steel stone. I also got the art of flame. You guys are going to turn into ashes."
"Interesting. Please do it to me."
“Well, you will regret it! "

Scolding the heart that is likely to be crushed by fear, I stir up my anger for unreasonable violence. And change the anger to the image of the fire as the "I" in the dream did.
To a strong flame that burns even the devils.
Of course, I am not baptized by the brilliant steel stone that is necessary to master the radiance technique, and I do not know the literal word necessary for the art.
But, "That person can do it".
Because I remember clearly the sense I used as "I" in my dream.

"Ig! Igu~tsu!"

Turn my hand towards a man and scream the name of the art of fire as far as the voice permits.
But my wish was useless, even if I shouted many times, I did not even make a smoke.

"Well, are you a shining technician okay?"

"Uu ... ..."

I bit my lips strongly.
Why? It’s not like I can do it at such times.
Miracles may have happened.

"Well, this time I will get involved in an adult's playing."
"Hey ...... Do not come"

The man’s hand grabbed firmly on my shoulder that was desperately pleading and screaming with a crying voice.
At that time.

"Stop!"

A voice came from anywhere.

END OF CHAPTER 12

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